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• Beginning the STORY OF RAMA— a
simple but absorbing new narration of
the story of the immortal epic of
• ANUSUYA: In Characters from Clas-
• ABODE OF VISWANATH: Story of the
famous shrine of Lord Siva at one of
the most ancient cities of the world—
' A bunch of interesting stories,
legends, humour. The Nature's King-
dom, the serial picture story. Towards
Better English, Newsflash. Let Us
Know. Do You Know? and moref
Thoughts to be Treasured
Faith can achieve miracles while van-
ity and egotism brings about the
destruction of man.
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Vol. 16 September 1985 No. 3
IN THIS ISSUE
. Page 23
The Saga of Sri Jagannath
The Man On the Mountain
A Curse and A Cute
The Fellow who became
a Donkey twice
Directions from the Daily
The Golden Peacock
The Treasured unt
A Matter of Principle
The Tsnlrik and the Stranger
Gains More than the Loss
A True Physician
Prove me a Ll3fl
Mother Meenakshi's Shrine
. Page 28
. Page 30
. Page 36
. Page 39
. Page 45
. Page 55
„ Paga 58
Am ba— Characters from
Indian Classics .„ 15
The Thief in the Night ... 34
ANfl Howsflssh, Oo You Know, Lsl Us
Know and Moral
STORY OF RAMA
We are sure, our readers have enjoyed the Saga of Sri Jagannath as much as
they had enjoyed the Story of Krishna. Hoary legends establish a mysterious
link between Sri Jagannath and Krishna.
Next in the aeries will be the Story of Rama. The Ramayana was written
before the Mahabharata. For centuries characters of Rama and Sita have
widely influenced the Indian mind. In fact, the Ramayana's stamp on the
cultures of countries beyond India— on those of Indonesia. Siam and
Kampuchea — is deep end profound. It is quite natural that our readers know
much about the Ramayana. Even then it will be good to know the complete
story, retold authentically, as originally told by the great Valmiki, our first
poet. - •
Uitamoh kleiaviksobham kjamah sotffum na kUarah
Manireva mahaianagharsajuun na tu mftkanah
It is only the best among men that can stand the attack of
sorrows and suffering, not the ordinary people. It is only the
gem which can stand the rubbing on a grindstone, not a clod of
The Talking Chimp
A 4-year old pygmy chimpanzee in Atlanta has
shown remarkable capacity for understanding
spoken English words. When he replies to
questions, he does not really talk, but communi-
cates by using geometric symbols representing
The Largest Known Galaxy
Scientists at the Kitt Peak National Observatory
Arizona, U.S.A. say they have spotted a super-
cluster of galaxies that is believed to be the
largest known entity in space. The cluster of
galaxies is spread over a distance of one billion
light years, said Mr. Jack Burns, a University of
New Mexico astronomer. A light year is almost
six trillion miles. The largest supercluster pre-
viously found was about 700-light year long and
was reported in 1982 by Cornell University
A new device, which assists the blind to deter-
mine the value of money, is to be produced in
The report said that if tests over the next few
months are successful, the blind may be "hear-
ing" money talk in English and French, Canada's
The Oldest Mummy
Some 8,000 years ago, there was a Chilean who
commanded respect perhaps because he was a
good hunter. When dead, he was made into a
statue to be worshipped.
Today, archaeologists have unearthed the fal- >
len idol and restored some of his former status.
They believe it is mankind's ' oldest known
Why do-people make images of Gods and Goddesses in a manner as if
they were human beings?
— Anuradha and 15 classmates,
We can find the answer in a passage from Swami Vivekananda:
"By our present constitution we are limited and bound to see God as man.
If, for instance, the buffaloes want to worship God, they will, in keeping with
their own nature, see Him as a huge buffalo; if a fish wants to worship God,
it will have to form an idea of Him as a big fish, and man has to think of Him
as man. And these various conceptions are not due to morbidly active
imagination, Man, the buffalo, and the fish, all may be supposed to represent
so many different vessels, so to say. Ail these vessels go to the sea of God
to get filled with water, each according to its own shape and capacity; in the
man, the water takes the shape of man, in the buffalo, the shape of a buffalo,
and in the fish, the shape of a fish. In each of these vessels there is the same
water of the sea of God. When men see Him, they see Him as man, and the
animals, if they have any conception of God at all, must see Him as animal,
each according to its own ideal. So we cannot help seeing God as man, and,
therefore, we are bound to worship Him as man. There is no other way."
5PI?e Saga 9f SRI JfleflRRflJflB
—By Uaaoj Das
IStoty so far: King Indradyumna sent his emissaries to look lot some living Deity to adorn the
temple he had built. One ot the emissaries. Vtdyapeti, met Lalfta. daughter of a tribal chief.
Visvavasu. and married her. In Visvavasu s secret object of worship he felt the presence of
Vishnu, He stole the object end brought it to the king at Pun. The king dreamt that e log will
come floating in the see from which the image of the Deity was to be carved. He traced tfts tog,
but it could not be brought ashore. They felt that it needed the touch of Visvavasu.)
prom the the top of the moun-
*tain the forest looked like
rolling waves which had come to
halt under some spell. The lush
green trees covered a range of
bilk not too high. Between the
hills spread sleepy tribal ham-
lets, the realm of Visvavasu.
It had been a quiet realm
always, and since the previous
day it bad grown even more
quiet. That was natural. Then-
chief, Visvavasu, lay in swoon
for most of the time. The chiefs
daughter, Lalita, wept con-
Nobody knew exactly what
had happened. As usual, Visva-
vasu had gone out of his house
at dawn. But that day he re-
turned soon, looking wild, pant-
ing and sweating. "What has
your husband done?" That was
ail he could say, staring at Lalita
at the foreyard of their house.
Then he swooned away.
At first stupefied, Lalita cried
in her horror and sat down by
her father's side. Others came
nishing to the spot. They car-
ried their chief into his room
and .sprinkled water on his face.
He recovered his senses, only to
lose then again.
Lalita had instinctively under-
stood what had happened. She
had always a feeling that
although Vidyapati loved her
deeply, his readiness to live with
them in the forest was not en-
tirely due to it. He was counting
days for a chance to fulfil some
other mission. Visvavasu's
shock had only one meaning for
Lalita: Vidyapati had escaped
with their secret Deity for which
he had evinced such keen in :
The day passed and so did
pass the night, without the
father and the daughter
touching food or going to sleep.
The next morning Visvavasu
walked towards the cave, in a
daze, although he knew that the
cave was empty. He was fol-
lowed by his kinsmen.
Inside the cave he grasped the
stone upon which his Deity used
to be there and he refused to
budge. Hours passed. Those
who accompanied him did not
know what to do.
And then sorheone came run-
ning at noon and told them
excitedly that he had sighted a
parly of strangers atop the hill.
The one who dominated the
parly looked like a king.
Soon another messenger re-
ported of having sighted
Vidyapati in the party.
By then everybody had come
to know, through whispers, the
cause of Visvavasu's sorrow.
"They have taken away our
greatest possession. Are they
not satisfied still and do they
mean to plunder us? We will
fight to the last man!" shouted a
But as more reports began to
arrive, it became clear that the
king's party carried no arms.
The king himself had already
told some people that he was
coming to greet Visvavasu.
Visvavasu came out of the
cave to receive the king, though
he had not stopped weeping.
The king, on sighting him, came
running and embraced him.
"Visvavasu, I am the thief,
not your son-in-law. Pardon me
and listen to me with kindness,"
said the king. He then narrated
how he got the inspiration to
construct a magnificent temple,
how he had had the feeling thai
somewhere, not far from Puri,
there was a secret object of
worship that must be gathered
for the temple and how, of all
his counsellors, Vidyapati atone
had a feel for things divine.
"Visvavasu, for generations
the Lord had been gracious to
your dynasty. Now it is the
Lord's wish that He should be
available to all the seekers. In
any case, He does not wish to be
seen by others in the same form
as you and your forefathers saw
Him. What you worshipped will
be kept inside a new image that
will be carved out of a block of
log," said the king. He then told
him how the log refused to come
ashore and how he felt sure that
it will come only if Visvavasu
was there to receive it. The
Lord knew in what a state of
anguish his dear devotee, Visva-
vasu, was. The work cannot go
on unless Visvavasu decided to
lend his support to it.
Visvavasu heard the king with
rapt attention. He was left in no
doubt that what the king said
was true. He sat silent for long.
Then he stood up. "I am ready
to follow you," he said.
The king embraced him
again, tears of joy and grateful-
ness streaming down his cheeks.
''My daughter, do not mis-
understand your husband. It is
only for a lofty cause that he
kept certain things secret from
you," the king told Lalita who
bowed to him.
"Lalita, 1 apologise to you. I
will be back in no time and
arrange for you to accompany
me to Puri." Vidyapati said to
Lalita who had not stopped
It was evening when the king
and his party, along with Visva-
vasu, reached Puri. At once the
king and Visvavasu set out into
the sea in a boat. Lo and be-
hold, as soon as they touched
the floating log and gave it a
push, it began moving towards
the shore, dancing on the
waves. Within minutes the jubi-
lant crowd rolled it on to the
sands and then it was carried to
What form will the Deity
take? That was the question to
bother the king next. He sum-
moned the kingdom's leading
craftsmen. They said that they
were in the habit of carving
images out of stone — following
some established designs. They
were not sure of their crafts
manship on a block of log,
particularly when it concerned
the image of a Deity.
Before long an old man
appeared before the king and
claimed that he knew what to
carve out of the log. He had
been told in his dream that the
Lord wished to be manifested as
Krishna, along with his elder
brother BaJabhadra and their
sister, Subhadra. At no other
shrine was to be seen this trin-
ity. This will be the exclusive
feature of this divinely inspired
The old man's claim carried
conviction. The king agreed to
his taking up the work.
But I have a condition, O
noble King. I must be left alone
with the log and my instru-
ments. The door of the house
inside which I will work must
remain closed until I have
opened it." said the strange
"What about your food?"
"I'll have it after my work is
over," calmly stated the
The minister of the king
was not sure that the stranger's
mind was quite sound. But the
king, surprisingly, agreed to his
condition without any hesita-
The stranger was given
house situated in the castle cam-
pus. The faint sound of his
instruments fashioning the
wood could be heard if one
pressed one's ear against the
door. And Queen Gundicha
Devi, the consort of King In-
dradyumna, was never tired of
doing that. Time and again, she
would appear before the doors
and listen to the sound and feel
satisfied that the old craftsman
went on with his work.
But one day all seemed quiet
inside ihe house. The queen
grew anxious about the stran-
ger's condition. And when the
sound did not resume the next
day or even the day after, she
suspected that the old man who
had deprived himself of food
and drink, had died. She press-
ed open the doors.
The old man, busy with mak-
ing the images, looked over his
shoulder and then, in the twink-
ling of an eye, vanished. He had
left the images-incomplete. The
images are to be found in the
same shape -though from time
to lime new images look place
of the old — to this day. The
craftsman, as all concerned real-
ised afterwards, was none other
than Visvakarma, the sculptor
and architect of heaven. De-
scendants of Vidyapati and Lali-
ta arc among the chief priests of
But were the images really
incomplete? They appear so.
They even appear strange to the
ordinary eye, but devotees see
in them indescribable beauty
and divine grandeur.
What Visvavasu worshipped
was perhaps the sacred Relics of
Krishna. The Relics are there
hidden in the images. Ceremo-
niously, though secretly, they
have been transferred into the
new images through the ages.
Sri Jagannath, the Lord of the
Universe, is one of the prime
Deities for the devotees of Vish-
nu and Puri has been a sacred
place of pilgrimage since times
She carried her anguish to her next life
Dhishma, the heroic prince,
*^had taken an oath not to
marry. But he wanted his
younger brother, Vichitravirya,
to marry and continue the family
Out in search of a bride, he
learnt of three beautiful sisters,
the daughters of the King of
Kashi. He brought all the three
girls by force to his palace for
his brother to marry them. That
was when their Swayamvara, or
a function in which they- would
have chosen their husbands
from an assembly of princes,
was being held.
But the eldest of the three,
Amba, told him that she had set
her heart upon King Shalwa.
She was about to garland him
when the Swayamvara was dis-
Bhishma respected her senti-
ment. He sent her, with escorts,
to King Shalwa.
But a great shock awaited
Amba. Shalwa refused to marry
her. He had not been able to
protect her from her abductors.
If he accepted her now, it will be
accepting a gift from his victo-
rious adversary. That will be
humiliating to him.
The disappointed Amba re-
turned to Bhishma. "You
brought me by force, you must
marry me," was her demand.
Bhishma could not oblige her,
for he was not prepared to
break the oath he had taken.
Great was Princess Amba's
wrath against Bhishma. "You
foiled my marriage with Shalwa.
You are not prepared to marry
me. I must avenge this double
insult!" she said and she re-
ported the matter to Sage Para-
surama. Parasurama tried to
persuade and then force Bhish-
ma to marry her, but in vain.
Amba plunged into penance
and meditated on Shiva. The
Lord gave her a boon as the
result of which she, after her
death, was born as the daughter
of King Drupad. Her father
treated her as if she was a boy.
She learnt warfare well. On the
eve of the Mahabharata war,
she borrowed from a yaksha his
manhood. When Arjuna fought
Bhishma, she, by then known as
Shikhandi, stood in front of
Arjuna, shielding him. Bhishma
was under the solemn oath not
to apply his weapon on women.
He stopped fighting at Shikhan-
di's sight. Shikhandi discharged
nine arrows and Bhishma fell.
He was to breathe his last lying
on a bed of arrows.
All the while Shikhandi re-
membered the shock of her
previous life. She was at last
satisfied that she had avenged
ON THE MOUNTAIN
¥ ong ago there lived a young
■'-'man in a certain village. He
was a sculptor. He sat on a hill
and chiselled charming images
out of boulders.
One day, as he sat working,
he saw a procession passing by
the hill. It was formed of men
who accompanied a prince. The
prince sat on an elephant. Body-
guards rode flanking the
elephant. In front of the
elephant walked musicians. Ser-
vants and soldiers walked be-
hind the elephant.
"What a happy thing it is to
become a prince!" he mumbled
out to himself. Lo and behold!
He had become the prince the
very next moment.
He was happy to find himself
i n a luxurious seat on the
elephant. So many people were
ready to obey his command. He
felt proud. But his pride melted
away when a hot sun beat down
upon him. "My God! How pow-
erful the sun is! It humbles even
a prince. I wish I were the sun!*
Next moment he found him-
self as the sun. He was very
happy. He shone brightly, until
a patch of cloud came between
him and the earth and did not
let his rays reach the earth.
"I see! The cloud is more
.powerful than the sun! I wish 1
'were the cloud!" he said.
Indeed, he became the cloud.
I ft.- rained to his satisfaction and
floated in the wide sky. He felt
proud to see sand-dunes melting
away, plants and trees bending
down as he poured on. But
when he came over a hill, he
found it unaffected despite his
"1 wish I were the hill!" he
said. And he became the hill.
He was very happy. He
But soon a young man
climbed the hill and began ham-
mering and chiselling a stone. A
beautiful face began to emerge
out of the stone.
"This young man is greater
than the hill. What a hand he
has — a hand that can bring
such beauty out of hard stone!"
Next moment he found him-
self to be the very young man
that he was! He had just dozed
off and dreamed for a moment.
"God has made me man and I
must do all I can with the
strength and intelligence he has
given me!" he told himself. He
concentrated on bis work and in
a few years became a famous
Nursed back to
health and cheer
by the kindly Mr.
er goes on
errand one day
where he Is kid-
napped by Dod-
ger and Sikes, of
They drag him
forcibly to where
Fagin and Char-
ley Betes, are.
It's Oliver." said Fagin. emerging from
the shadows. "Delighted to see you look-
ing so well, my dear. And what a superfine
cloth you are wearing. The Artful Dodger
will give you another suit, for fear thai you
should spoil that Sunday one. But why
didn't you write, my dear, and say you
As Oliver stood there, trembling in front of
Fagin. the Artful Dodger came forward and
searched Oliver's pockets until ho produced
the five pound note that Mr. Brownlow
had given him. "Hello, what's this?" en-
quired Sikes, stepping forward as Fagin
seized the note, "That is mine Fagin".
"No, my dear, said Fagin. "Mine Bill,
"Please don't take it." Oliver cried, falling
at Fagin's feet. "It belongs to the kind
gentleman who took me in his house and
nursed me when I was til. He gave it to me
to pay for some books. Keep me here all
my life, but return the money, or he'll think
I stole it." Fagin replied; "He will think you
stole it. So now he won't Stan asking
questions about you. Dodger, show Oliver
E — F-3
After he had kept Oliver in the house (or a
week. Fagin set out with him one damp
windy night. The road they travelled was
thick with mud and a black mist hung over
the streets. As he glided stealthily along,
the hideous old man seemed like some
fearful reptile crawling forth at night in
search of food.
About noon the next day when the Dodger
and Charley Bates had gone out to pick
pockets. Mr. Fagin took the opportunity of
reading Oliver a long lecture on the sin of
ingratitude, of which he cleariy demons-
trated he had been guilty by willfuOy
absemeeing himseff from the society of
his anxious friends. This was followed by
various dark threats that made Oliver's
blood run cold.
i here about the burglary you have in
mind." Fagin said in law voice. "You
need 9 boy. and I have the very one for
you. With all the others I have, their looks
icoovtct them " Sikes looked at Oliver for a
long while. "He'll do very nicely." he said.
He then picked up a pistol and proceeded
to load It. Suddenly he put it to Oliver's
head. "If you speak a word withot notice
when you're out with me. I'll put this bullet
in you." It was then that Oliver, nearly mad
with terror, realised that he was being
taken on a house-burglary expedition,
Sikes led Oliver into (he darkness outside.
For miles, it seemed to Oliver, he was
dragged through street after street, until
they came at last upon a solitary dwelling.
The door yielded to Sikes' hand, and they
were inside, where they found a man
reposing on an old couch.
"Meet Toby Crackit." Sikes said. "And
this is young Oliver who is going to help
us." Toby rose to his feet "Sit down by
the fire. Oliver." he said. "Maybe wo
should start off by celebrating what lies
ahead cf us tonight with a drink." Toby
then filled a wine glass. "Down with it, my
young innocent boy.'
A CURSE AND A CURE
HThe king was on his death-bed.
He looked lean and pale. He
was neither too old nor affected
by any deadly disease. Yet, he
was unable to walk or eat. He
could take only a little quantity
of liquid food.
Physicians from all parts of
the kingdom were consulted,
but they were unable to di-
agnose the king's ailment.
One day a wandering sage
visited the palace. People told
the queen that he could do what
physicians could nol.
The queen prostrated before
him and wept. She begged the
sage to save her dying husband.
The sage consoled her and
went with her to see the king.
He examined him, and then
meditated for a few minutes.
"He is not affected by any
disease," said the sage. "This
should be the result of a curse.
Has he any enemy?"
"Enemy! Why! He has no
friends at all!" said the queen.
"He treated everyone with con-
tempt. He didn't exempt me too
from the list of his foes!"
"And who do you think could
have cursed him?" The sage
shot his question.
"Anyone or every one
couJd have cursed himJ"said the
queen. "To tell you the truth,
my husband found harassing
others great fun. Five years ago
he announced that on every
birthday of his the members of
the nobility should be presented
with a purse of one thousand
silver coins, but in turn they
must present him a purse of
hundred gold coins. That will
prove their capacity to change
silver into gold!"
After a pause she continued:
"The nobility grudgingly re-
sponded. On the birthdays of
the king the nobility stood in
long queues burdened with bags
of gold. Now you may under-
stand, Sir, the plight of the
nobility who were losing their
wealth year after year. Needless
to say that they cursed the king.
1 myself have heard them calling
the king names. I have heard
them tell one another: 'Can't
someone kill the tyrant and
make his birthday the day of his
death — a day of joy?* How we
struggle to save money for our
future and this merciless fellow
fills his treasury with our gold!
Is Providence blind? I wish the
king were beset with a killer
The queen heaved a sigh and
"The curse of the nobility has
worked," concluded the sage.
"The only way to save the king
is to make the same people
praise him. They should with-
draw the curse and pray for his
"Why should they do so?"
wondered the queen.
"That is the question — and
here is the answer." The sage
whispered his solution into the
The next day the queen proc-
laimed that she would govern
the country till the ailing king
recovers his health.
The nobility was immensely
pleased to hear the news. They
also heard that the queen was
going to alter the custom of
giving birthday presents!
The much-awaited announce-
ment was made at last.
One morning a circular went
to the nobility which said: "The
queen hereby orders the nobil-
ity to present her a bag of a
thousand gold coins on every
full-moon night. This practice
will continue till the king has
The nobility was shocked to
hear the order. They cursed
their own fate of having such a
cruel-hearted woman for their
"We got back at least a bag of
silver coins when the king ruled.
But now! My God! And tliat too
every month ! " said one , ex-
Another murmured: "The
king was noble at heart. He got
a bag of gold and in turn gave us
a bag of silver. This he did with
the noble intention of making
all of us work hard. But now we
"Suppose the king dies! O
God! The situation is unimagin-
able. The tyrant queen will turn
into a tigress at heart," sneered
"We should not let the king
die. The only way to save the
king is to pray to God for his
quick recovery," said an old
noble in the hall where they had
all met to discuss the problem.
The nobility of the whole
country was engrossed in
The king recovered from his
ailment. Before he was back to
the throne the queen told him
what happened during his ill-
ness. Further, she advised him
to be kind towards all.
"But aren't the noblemen of
my court a pack of hounds?
Don't they thrive on the wealth
of poor people whom they ex-
ploit?" asked the king.
"Right, my lord. You' must
stop their doing that. You must
make good rules to govern all,"
advised the queen.
The king who remained so far
stone-deaf to all her pleadings,
now accepted her advice, for, he
felt grateful to her. He ex-
empted the nobility from sub-
mitting the birthday gift, but, at
the same time, made rules that
would prevent their exploiting
—Retold by P, Raja
A sif needed a donkey to cany
**oli his business. He went to
the weekly markets where anim-
als were sold and looked for a
good donkey. After examining a
number ot donkeys, he bought a
handsome beast with a white
spot on its forehead.
"This was the best donkey in
the market," said several voices
as Asif marched out of the
market, dragging his donkey
A loafer who too knew that
the donkey Asif bought was the
finest one in the market, did not
stop at merely appreciating it.
He followed Asif as quietly as
possible ,jwith another loafer,
A DONKEY TWICE
his friend. Along the lonely
road, he tiptoed behind Asif
and unfastened the donkey.
While his friend took hold of the
donkey, he tied the rope around
his own neck and walked on,
"Good God, I had never seen
a man being pulled liked this!" a
traveller coming from the oppo-
site direction remarked. ITiat
made Asif look back and what
should he see but a human being
in place of his donkeyl
"What is this?" he stopped,
"You're surprised, aren't
you? It happened like this. Get-
ting drunk, I beat up my mother
last week. In great anguish she
cursed me and that changed me
into a donkey. Just now, I'm
sure, she repented for casting
the curse on me and prayed to
Allah to come to my rescue.
Her prayer is granted and I'm a
man again!" said the loafer.
"What an astonishing thing to
happen! Never in my life had I
seen a donkey changing into a
man!" said Asif. He set the
loafer free and gave him a bit of
good advice: "You must not be
harsh towards your mother,
"I will obey you, Sir, and
thanks a lot for your kindness!"
The loafer disappeared in no
Asif was back in the market
the next week, for he must have
a donkey after all!
As he went looking for a good
beast, his eyes fell on the donk-
ey he had bought and lost the
previous week. He observed it
for a while. The donkey nodded
looking at him. Asif went closer
and whispered to it, "I under-
stand, you were naughty once
again and your mother's curse
turned you into a donkey. I also
understand that you'll like me to
buy you and set you free! But,
you see, my friend, I cannot go
on spending on you to no profit!
Asif walked away, murmur-
ing to himself, "Whoever had
seen a fellow who should be-
come a donkey not once but
FROM THE DEITY
I/ing Dharampal, lying on his
*"death-bed, summoned his
only son, Prince Pulakesh.
"My son," he said, "before I
leave this world, I want to tell
you of a family secret which has
been coming down for the past
ten generations. It is about the
deity, Dharmadevi. She dwells
in a small temple in the eastern
part of the forest. Whenever
you have any problem regarding
the kingdom, go to her and take
her advice and follow it. She has
kept our kingdom safe and pros-
perous for centuries."
A few weeks later, the king
died and Prince Pulakesh was
made the king. He ruled the
kingdom with justice and soon
.came to be loved by his people.
A few years passed smoothly.
One day, King Pulakesh
faced a grave problem. His
daughter Malini had fallen in
love with the son of a subordin-
ate ruler. She wanted to marry
him, but her father did not like
the proposal. The tradition was
that the daughters of the dynas-
ty were given in marriage only
to princes of equally famous
ruling families. At the same
time, if King Pulakesh refused
his permission then he would be
hurting the feelings of Malini.
So, unable to decide what to do,
he went to seek the advice of
As he sat praying, the image
of the deity grew luminous. He
heard a voice, though not audi-
ble, "What are you first — a
father or a king?"
"I was a father even before I
became a king," replied King
Pulakesh. He understood what
the deity indicated — and re-
Malini was happily given in
marriage to the prince with
whom she had fallen in love.
The nobility and the people
appreciated the king's decision.
Hardly a year had passed
when another serious problem
arose and King Pulakesh had to
seek the deity's advice. His
young son Devamitra, while
practising sword -fighting, in-
jured, by accident, the right
hand of his friend. The father of
the injured boy approached the
king and asked for justice. "As
your son has cut my son's
hand, I want you to permit me
to cut his hand," said the
King Pulakesh did not know
what to say. He asked for a
day's time before he could give
He asked the deity for a
solution. "I have to uphold the
rule of justice. But can I allow
the future king's hand to be
"You have to maintain the
justice at any cost," said Dhar-
madevi. "You can tell the man
that as your son made a deep cut
in the right hand of his friend,
let the friend do the same with
his right hand to your son."
The king announced the judg-
ment next day. The accuser felt
helpless, and yet, he saw sense
in the king's judgment. He left
the court quietly, because his
son was in no position to weild a
And again months passed
without any problem.
One day, a neighbouring king
visited King Pulakesh and
stayed back as the king's guest
for one week. During one of the
both the kings played a game of
"The game will become more
interesting if we put a bet," said
the guest-king. "What will be
"I pledge my ring," said King
"Being kings we should
pledge something bigger and
greater. I pledge my kingdom.
Do you have the courage to do
so?" asked the guest-king.
It was a question of honour
and King Pulakesh accepted the
Pulakesh lost the game and he
declared, "As I have lost the
game, I have lost my kingdom
"My dear King! I did not
really mean to lose my kingdom
or gain yours. Please keep your
kingdom to yourself!" said the
"No, I have put the bet in all
seriousness. So, you must own
There was ah argument be-
tween the two kings. King
Pulakesh decided to seek Dbar-
Dharmadevi heard about the
bet and then said, "King
Pulakesh, you have no right to
give away your kingdom, be-
■■ p Jill 1
cause it belongs not to you but
to the people. You are only Us
custodian and not its owner. A
kingdom is like a temple. A
temple belongs to the deity, not
to its builder."
The king returned to the palace.
The very next day he crowned
his son as the king. He passed
on the secret of Dharmadevi to
his son and taking him along
with him he went to the goddess
to ask for forgiveness.
Thereafter he spent his days
like a hermit in the forest. He
knew that he had forfeited the
right to rule a kingdom once he
had taken part in a kind of
WONDER WITH COLOURS
IN THE NIGHT
After dark, a farmyard raldar go*a on the
prowl In North Amarica.
WHEN night tails, the North American racoon
sets off in search of Its dinner. Racoons,
close relatives ol the bear, are hunters of small
birds, rats and frogs. They are also fond of all
kinds ol birds' eggs, and often thrust their long
front paws into the holes of trees to take eggs
from woodpeckers' nests. If there are no wild
birds about, they will raid poultry farms to steal
eggs and chickens. But at the slightest hint ol
danger, the racoon rushes up the nearest tree,
climbing at an amazing "speed with its long,
An adult racoon is about a metre long
(including its tail). It was once the commonest
ot animals in America and could be found from
Canada to Mexico. Then the frontiersmen
relentlessly hunted it for its fur.
Until quite recently, the racoon was the most
important fur-bearing animal in North America.
Less than a century ago, much of the buying
and selling in the Mississippi Valley was done
by using racoon skins instead of money.
The racoon makes ils home high in the
hollow ol a large tree. Sometimes it chooses a
hollow log on the ground, or it may even take
over a burrow mads by some other animal.
Despite the fact that its feet are thin and have
no webs, the racoon is an expert swimmer and
can dive Into rivers at lightning speed to catch
fish under water, grabbing them with its fore-
Whatever It has caught, the racoon always
carries it to the nearest tree, where It sits up
with its back to the trunk. It holds its meat
between its hind paws, picking off pieces and /
carrying them to Its mouth wfth its front paws
It always washes its food In 3 river or stream
before eating It. even doing this with the fish it
The female racoon has a litter of five or six
young which are bom in the spring. As soon as
they are able to walk and climb, the young go
hunting at night with their parenis. When they
In the autumn, the racoon looks lor a really
comfortable home and. immediately winter
sets in, it hibernates. There it remains until the
warm weather awakens it from its long sleep.
There is a larger species of racoon native to
South America. It has exceptionally powerful
teeth. It uses these for crunching up the crabs
which it catches and eats, it is called the
crab-eating racoon to distinguish it from its
North American relative.
North American racoons are becoming rare.
With their taste for farmyard eggs, poultry and
vegetables, the reduction in their numbers may
be considered, by the American farmer at least.
T ong long ago there was a
^dense forest near the city of
Varanasi. Travellers who cros-
sed the forest or wood-cutters
who braved into it could see,
once in a while, a strange
peacock. It was dazzlingly gol-
den. Unlike the ordinary
peacock, it had a very sweet
, The report of the strange
peacock reached the queen of
Varanasi. She grew a strong
desire to see it. "Can't you get
me the golden peacock?" she
asked the long.
"You'll have it before long,"
said the king with a smile of
confidence, He summoned the
best hunters of his kingdom.
"Get me the golden peacock
and you will be amply re-
warded," he told them.
The hunters fanned out into
the forest, but, even though
sometimes they had a glimpse of
the peacock, they could not trap
it. Months passed.
The queen, yearning for the
peacock, lost her peace of mind.
She dreamt of the peacock time
and again and fell sick.
'Get me the peacock even if
you*re to kill it!" ordered the
king. Hunters grew active again.
Months rolled away; the
queen's sickness grew severe.
But the hunters brought no re*
port of success. At last, still
yearning to possess the peacock,
the queen breathed her last.
The king felt extremely sorry
that he could not satisfy the
queen's desire. His wrath fell on
the peacock. Before his own
death, he left this message for
"In the forest lives a golden
peacock. One who would eat its
flesh will become immortal and
his body wilt grow luminous!"
So many people went into the
forest and tried to capture the
golden peacock. Some of them
lost their lives to ferocious
animals, some returned dishear-
tened at their failure.
The prince who ascended the
throne was determined to cap-
ture the peacock. He camped in
the forest for months and, after
long efforts, one day trapped
He returned to the palace
with the peacock. He marvelled
at the bird's splendours.
"Prince, what do you propose
to do with me?" asked the
The prince, surprised at the
bird's speech, said, "Well, I will
like to eat your flesh, That will
make me immortal."
The peacock laughed.
"Why do you laugh?" asked
"My dear prince, I am mortal
myself. The fact that you will
kill me, proves that I am not
above death. How then can you
become immortal by eating a
mortal?" asked the peacock.
The prince had no answer to
this. But he said, "1 can at least
become luminous like you by
eating your flesh!"
The peacock laughed once
again and said, "Do you imbibe
the colour of anything you eat?
Do you become yellow when
you eat a ripe mango? My dear
prince, my colour is due to the
pious life I had when 1 was a
king. That was long ago."
"Were you once a king?"
"Yes, and a king of Varanasi
"Can you prove this to be
true?" asked the curious prince.
" D ig at the northern-most
corner of your garden. I buried
there a bejewelled chariot that
was mine.'" said the peacock.
The prince dug the ground
and found the chariot. He stood
speechless for long. Then he
bowed down to the peacock and
requested him to stay with him.
The peacock lived in the royal
garden and helped the king to
lead a righteous life. The
peacock was none other than
the Bodhisattva — the soul that
was to be bom as Gautama
—From the Buddha Jatakas.
l/ing Nagaraj was not only old
**but he had lost his health and
capacity to rule. Added to his
ill-health were his worries re-
garding the chaotic state of his
kingdom. Corruption and law-
lessness had become wide-
Taking advantage of the
situation, the neighbouring king
was planning to attack King
"I don't know what to do. I
cannot rule the kingdom any
longer," the king said again and
Prince Jaydeep had been to a
far away country for his educa-
tion. Having finished it he had
just returned home.
One day, the chief minister
advised the king, "Maharaj,
now that our prince is back, we
should make him the king and
shift all your responsibilities to
him. I'm sure he'll be able to
bring order and discipline in our
. The king, however, was hesi
tant. He was not sure if his son ;
without any experience, will be
able to steer his kingdom out of
its present problems. After
much thought, he finally de-
cided to test his son's capacity to
become a king.
The king summoned the
prince and said, "My son, you
know all about the sorry state of
affairs in our kingdom. What do
you suggest should be done to
improve the situation?"
"Father," replied the prince,
"the first thing to be done is to
safeguard our kingdom from the
neighbouring king who is pre-
paring to attack us any time
"But, aren't the dangers with-
in our own kingdom greater
than the threats from outside?
Should we not look to our prob-
lems at home first?" asked the
I*m well aware of the situa-
tion at home. True, there are
thefts and robberies, but the
wealth of the kingdom at least
stays in and does not go out.
One day, we could round up the
thieves and return the stolen
property to the owners. But, if
we lose our kingdom to the
enemy, then, we will not only
lose all our wealth but also the
kingdom! Hence, you should
concentrate on fortifying our
castte and strengthening our
army," said Prince Jaydeep.
The king was happy listening
to his son. He immediately
issued orders that the main entr-
ances into the castle should be
doubly secured and streng-
The minister in charge of
security made an estimate and
reported to the king, "The forti-
fication of the castle would cost
us a fortune which we cannot
afford at the moment."
Just then the commander of
the army entered the court and
said, "Maharaj, I have found a
way to fill up our treasury. Two
of my spies have reported of a
yogi who has strange powers.
He can see the hidden or buried
wealth. Many of our people
have been benefited by his pow-
ers. Perhaps, we too could ask
him and see if we can find some
As the king was very anxious
to find a solution to the financial
problem of his kingdom, he
asked, "Where does the yogi
live? I would like to see him
The commander led him to
the yogi's camp.
When the king told the yogi
about his problems, the yogi
concentrated for a while and
then, opening his eyes, said.
"Your Highness, you need not
fear any foreign invasion in the
near future. There is no such
danger. Regarding the question
of hidden wealth, you are very
fortunate, O King! Under the
main gateway of the castle there
are at least a hundred pots of
coins. Demolish the gateway
and discover them!" The king
returned to his palace and with
great joy told his son what he
had just learnt from the yogi.
"Father, even if what the yogi
has said is true, it would be most
unwise to demolish the gateway
of the castle at this moment
when our enemies are waiting
for an opportunity to attack us.
Regarding the treasure, why
should it be located under the
gateway alone! Is there no
wealth in any other part of our
kingdom? How very strange!
Father, I request you to give me
one week's time before you take
your final decision in the
The king saw reason in his
son's stand and granted him his
That evening. Prince Jaydeep
called secretly the court jester
and told him about his plans.
Accordingly, the jester went to
the yogi and with a sorrowful
face, said, "Swamiji, I have
heard great praises about your
powers. I am in an urgent need
of a thousand silver coins which
alone can enable me to perform
my daughter's marriage and also
save my wife's life. I implore
you to help me..."
The yogi opened his eyes and
said, "Now it is evening, and I
do -not grant any requests after
sunset. Come tomorrow and I
shall help you..."
When it was all dark and most
of the people had retired, Prince
Jaydeep and the jester hid
themselves near the house of
the jester. Soon, two men came
stealthily and started digging
under a mango tree. The prince,
to his surprise, saw that the two
men were the two spies who had
accompanied the commander to
As soon as the two men left,
the prince asked the jester to dig
under the mango tree. They
found a buried pot full of silver
coins. They were two thousand!
Next morning, when the jes-
ter returned to the yogi, he said,
"You fool, why do you worry
for a mere thousand coins when
you have two thousand with
you? Go back and dig under the
mango tree that is at the back of
your house. You shall find more
than what you need!"
The jester reported the mat-
ter to the prince. Then, both of
them went to the king and told
about all that happened in the
last twenty-four hours. "I'm
convinced that the yogi is none
but a spy of our enemy king,
And, the commander is hand in
glove with him. They should be
punished immediately ," said the
The king was still unwilling to
suspect his commander. "I be-
lieve in what all you have said,
But, the commander has been
extremely loyal to me and it is
difficult for me to believe that
he is plotting against me," said
"In that case, let us disguise
ourselves and hide near the
residence of the yogi. You'll see
for yourself the nature of your
That night the king, the
prince and ten strong armed
soldiers hid near the yogi's
house. Towards midnight, they
were shocked to see the com-
mander of the army and the two
spies entering the room of the
"Commander, have I per-
formed my role all right?" asked
the yogi, gleefully.
"Yes, dear friend. Our game
has paid off and soon we shall
be amply rewarded by your
noble king. This morning the
jester found the silver coins
under the mango tree and as we
had planned, it has confirmed
the king's faith in you. In any
case, we won't be required to
play this game for long. Ha!
And everyone in the room
laughed and laughed.
But, not for long.
Hardly had their laughter
stopped when the soldiers burst
into the room and pounced
upon the gang of four.
They were thrown into gaol.
Next day, King Nagaraj cal-
led his chief minister and said,
"Arrange for the coronation of
my son. He is indeed wise and I
am convinced that he will be
able to pilot well my kingdom,
even though he has to pass in
the beginning through rough
Prince Jaydeep fulfilled his
father's wishes when he became
the king. Soon, there was order
and discipline in the people and
the old king died happy and
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Vir Mishra was an astrologer. He could read horoscopes and,
what is more, could locate lost or stolen goods. He charged two
rupees for his service from each client. This was fifty years ago.
One day Mishra was returning home from a distant village.
He lay down on the verandah of a rest-house. His umbrella was
lying near him.
When he woke up after his nap, his umbrella was missing. He
went to the manager of the rest house and complained about it.
"Sir, you are a renowned astrologer. Why don't you try to
locate the lost umbrella through your calculation?" asked the
"Look here, young man, I charge two rupees for any such
calculation. My old umbrella is worth one rupee only. Who will
pay me my fee? Will you pay it?" asked Mishra haughtily.
Htw Talts of Kfttf
Vltowi and the Vampire
THE TANTRIK AND
r\ark was the night and weird
^the atmosphere. It rained
from time to time. At intervals
of thunderclaps and moaning of
jackals could be heard the eerie
laughter of spirits. Flashes of
lightning showed fearful faces.
But King Vikram swerved
not. He returned to the ancient
tree once again and brought the
corpse down. However, as soon
as he began crossing the deso-
late cremation ground with the
corpse lying on his shoulder, the
vampire that possessed the
corpse said, "O King, are you
sure that somebody is not plan-
ning to get some work done by
you and then to discard you?
You should guard yourself
against such possibilities. Let
me give you an example to
illustrate my point. Pay atten-
tion to my story. That might
bring you some relief."
The vampire went on: Bhim-
pu, the tantrik, had just crossed
into the kingdom of Vidyapuri,
after creating panic in the neigh-
bouring state. He was capable
of putting an end to anybody's
life or could reduce a whole
village to ashes by his power of
Entering Vidyapuri, he sat
relaxing under a banyan tree. It
was noon, the time when he
performed some magic rite. As
he finished with it and got up,
he saw a stranger coming to-
wards him. From the stranger's
dress it was obvious that he too
was a tantrik.
Do you happen to be Bhim-
pu?" asked the stranger, in a
tone that was not particularly
Yes, indeed, I'm Bhimpu-
var, the greatest tantrik in the
world. Who are you?" asked
Bhimpu, rather annoyed.
The stranger laughed. "Ha
ven't you heard of Purnachan-
dra, who too could claim to be
the greatest tantrik in the
world? Well, your guru,
Vichakshan, was my friend. I'm
sure, you have managed to get
hold of Vichakshan's talisman
by which you can do miracles.
Very well. But why are you
here?" asked the stranger.
Bhimpu gave a start. He
looked at the talisman hanging
from his neck. His movement
brought a smile to the stranger's
Bhimpu had heard much of
Purnachandra, who was a great
friend of his guru. It was not
possible to hide from Pur-
nachandra the fact that he had
grown powerful by the virtue of
bis guru's talisman. He was
under the impression that Pur-
nachandra was dead. He was
not happy to find him alive!
"Why? Is it forbidden for me
to come here? But I thought
that you were no more!" said
"Yes, I had spread the
rumour about my death deliber-
ately. I did not wish anybody to
look for me or disturb me while
I was absorbed in mustering
some new powers," said the
stranger. "Well," he then asked
Bhimpu, "how much power do
you have? What can you do?"
"Better ask me what I cannot
do! I can do anything I wish to
do. I can burn down a locality!"
"Really? If that is true, I must
admit that you are a worthy
disciple of my friend Vichak-
shan. But can you really burn
down a locality?"
"Why a locality? I can even
destroy all the green fields and
vegetation in the whole
"For your information, I can
restore the vegetation and crops
to life in no time," quietly said
"So what? I can destroy them
once again. I can make the river
swell with flood and bring about
"Impressive indeed! But can
you bring down rains at will?"
asked the stranger.
"Of course, I can!"
"I see!" the stranger said
thoughtfully, "Let me be frank
with you. It is not proper for
two powerful tantriks to live in
one kingdom at the same time.
We should avoid unnecessary
rivalry. U you will give me a
proof of your power, I will leave
this land, after advising the king
that he should honour you!"
Bhimpu's face brightened up.
He wished Purnachandra to
leave Vidyapuri as soon as pos-
sible. People will not be much
impressed by him if another
powerful tantrik was present
What proof do you want?"
'Follow me! "said the stran-
ger. He led him to a rocky place
and said, "Come on, let me see
you bring down rains!"
Bhimpu put his left hand on
the talisman and waved his right
hand in a circle looking at the
sky. In a few minutes clouds
began to gather. In half an hour
it rained. Bhimpu and the stran-
ger took shelter in a deserted
It rained heavily for an hour.
"Now, I can stop rains, but I
should not apply my power on
your action. That will be like
Bhimpu laughed and said,
"You're very clever! You are
not yet convinced of my power.
You want to see whether I can
stop the rains or not! Look
Bhimpu touched the talisman
once again and muttered some
hymn. It stopped raining.
"Fine. Come, let us visit the
king's palace. It is not far,"
suggested the stranger.
"Why? How do I care for
"Listen to me, Bhimpu, the
king thinks that I am the only
tantrik of any worth. That is
why he is not willing to let me go
on a pilgrimage to the temple of
Goddess Kamaksha, the presid-
ing deity of Tantra. Once he
comes to know you, he will
understand that there is at least
one other great tantrik in the
world. Besides, who can honour
you but the king?" said the
Both reached the palace. The
princess lay sick for long. Physi-
cians had failed to cure her. The
stranger led Bhimpu into the
apartment of the princess. He
cured the princess in no time.
The stranger then escorted
Bhimpu to the king's presence.
"Bhimpu, can you read
others' minds?" asked the
The question was unex-
pected. Bhimpu, a bit surprised,
i, "Yes, I can, if I try to."
'Why don't you try to under-
stand what is in my mind just
Bhimpu kept one hand on his
talisman and closed his eyes.
Suddenly his face grew red.
When he opened his eyes, they
seemed to be giving out sparks
of fire. "You rogue! You are not
Tantrik Purnachandra. Your
only motive is to get rid of me.
Bhimpu put his hand once
again on the talisman. But be-
fore he had said anything more,
four court guards pounced on
him and the stranger himself
stepped forward and snatched
the talisman from Bhimpu's
"You fool! What can you do
with that talisman? Do you
think- that it will work without
mantra?" shouted out Bhimpu.
"It need not work!" said the
stranger. He then dashed it to
the ground. It got shattered.
"Throw this fellow out of our
kingdom!" ordered the king. He
said sternly, looking at Bhimpu,
"You shall be put to death if you
try to enter our kingdom again!"
The guards dragged Bhimpu
The vampire fell silent. After
a moment he asked in a chal-
lenging tone, "O King, why was
such injustice done to Bhimpu?
He brought rain to a region
where it was most needed. He
cured the sick princess. Instead
of rewarding him for his good
deeds, how could the king order
his expulsion from the king-
dom? Who was that stranger?
Why did he destroy Bhimpu 's
talisman? Answer me, O King,
if you can. Should you keep
mum despite your knowledge of
the answer, your head would
roll off your neck."
King Vikram replied forth-
with: "The stranger was none
other than the king's minister in
disguise . The king's and the
minister's conduct towards
Bhimpu was dictated by their
concern for their kingdom. It is
true that Bhimpu did something
good, but that was not because
he was inclined to do good. The
minister, through his cleverness,
made him do these things. The
king and the minister knew what
he had done in the neighbouring
kingdom. Left to himself, Bhim-
pu would do more harm than
good. The minister knew that
Bhimpu's source of strength was
the talisman. He destroyed it,
because he could not have put it
to any use. At the same time
Bhimpu has to be deprived of
No sooner had the king con-
cluded his answer than the vam-
pire, along with the corpse, gave
him the slip.
Ourendra was a handsome
^ young businessman. When
he brought home his charming
wife, Anjali, his father Virendra
called her one day and advised,
"Listen, Anjali, Sitaben, your
mother-in-law, is a bit short-
tempered. I would like you to
do whatever she asks you to
do — otherwise there may be
great disharmony at home.
Take it as my advice and my
request to you."
"Surely, Father, I shall follow
your advice," said the shy bride.
As days passed, Anjali learnt
the ways of her husband's family
and worked hard to maintain
peace in the house. She showed
immense tolerance and patience
toward her mother-in-law. She
tried her best to follow her
One day Anjali got Late in
returning home, fetching water
from the well. Sitaben became
angry and shouted at her: "If
you take all the time in fetching
water, when will you finish
cleaning the vessels?"
Anjali was unnerved at her
anger and her hands trembled. . .
And she dropped the vessel. It
got badly damaged.
Just as Sitaben was about to
shout at her again, Virendra,
who was watching them from
the verandah, came out and t.oid
Sitaben, "Don't you see the girl
trembling in fear of you? Do not
scold her anymore!"
Another day, Anjali took out
the bottle of ghee and was about
to serve her father-in-law when
Sitaben said angrily, "Foolish
girl! Don't you know that you
should first heat up the ghee
before serving it?"
Anjali again trembled in fear
and her unsteady band dropped
"Oh God! My ghee! That was
the costliest ghee in the mar-
ket!" wailed Sitabcn. Then she
began shouting at her. But
Virendra took pity on Anjali
and asked his wife to control her
A few days later, Anjali was
pulling out a bucket of water
from the well. Suddenly,
Sitaben appeared behind her
and shouted: "Have you forgot-
ten the cooking pot on the
oven? What a stupid girl are
And once again, out of fear,
Anjali dropped the bucket into
the well. Virendra, lowering a
hook into the well, brought out
Every day, something or the
other happened and there was
something or the other that was
broken or damaged. Not only
was Sitaben at the end of her
wits but Virendra too got
annoyed with Anjali. One day
he called her up and admo-
nished, "Anjali, what is this
happening in the house? Must
you go on smashing things at
this rate? Can't you control
"Father, it is not that T can't
control myself. I can. But, when
someone scolds me I get un-
nerved and then I can't control
my hands. They start trembling
and I drop whatever I'm
Virendra advised his wife,
"Enough has been damaged at
home. It is better that you
control your anger or we will
run a household of all broken
Of course, Sitaben did not
like her husband advising her in
front of the daughter-in-law and
in a fit of anger, she quit the
A couple of days later, a
neighbour visited Sitaben. As
they were busy talking, AnjaJi
was asked to prepare coffee for
them. Unfortunately, there was
some delay in preparing it.
When she entered the room
where her mother-in-law was
chatting with her friend, Sitaben
again lost her temper and said,
"Anjali, you're really incorrigi-
ble! Can't you even..."
And there fell the tray with
the cups of coffee!
Sister," said Sitaben, "I'm
really fed up with, my daughter-
in-law! I don't know what to do
with her. No amount of scolding
has taught her any manners!"
"I understand you, Sitaben.
But, you see, when a daughter-
in-law goes to a new house, she
is very nervous and timid. So it
is the mother-in-law who has to
be patient and loving. The only
way to save your things in fact is
to stop shouting at Anjali and to
treat her with love and under-
standing," explained the neigh-
Sitaben nodded. Slowly, with-
in a few weeks, she calmed
down. She showed great pati-
ence and tolerance in her deal-
ings with Anjali as well as every-
one else at home. Virendra was
happy at heart that Anjali suc-
ceeded in changing his wife.
And of course, Surendra was
most happy because his and
Anjati's plan to teach a lesson to
Sitaben had succeeded beyond
their expectation. "When we
look at the gain — change in
Sitaben's nature and peace at
home — the price paid was not so
high. A few household utensils
broken, that is all!" said Suren-
dra to his wife.
*T*he king had contacted a
strange skin disease. There
were white patches all over his
body and he could not come to
the court and face his courtiers.
All the famous physicians of
his kingdom took their turn in
trying to cure the king, but in
vain. The king was at first very
angry with them, but later he
thought that the disease was
incurable, and tat e was fated to
live with it.
After a few months, the com-
mon people also came to know
of the strange disease.
There was in the kingdom, a
poor physician, named Vijayva-
nu who gathered all the infor-
Imation regarding the king's dis-
jease. He then went through all
his books on medicine and ulti-
mately prepared a lotion which
he wanted try on the king.
He came to the capital and met
the Court-Physician. Because, \
according to the custom, no
physician could treat the king
without the Court-Phyvicin's
The Court Physician gave
him a hearing, but he looked
unhappy. He realised that the
lotion that Vijayvanu had pre-
pared had good chances of cur-
ing the, king and he thought, "If
this fellow succeeds in curing
the king, who knows, if the king
will not make him the Court
"We spent fifteen years at the
gurukul studying all the ancient
books on medicine. And still,
we have not been able to cure
the king's disease. How can
you, a rustic quack dream of
curing the king? Moreover, if
we allow you to treat the king,
and if anything goes wrong,
we'll be held responsible. So,
good-bye. Do not think of ever
Vijayvanu returned home,
but all the while he thought of
the king and the disease. Once
every week he went to the
palace with a hope of getting
permission to see the king. But,
each time he was insulted and
One day, as he was returning
home, he saw on the verandah
of a rest-house, a mendicant
who suffered from the very skin-
disease with which the king was
afflicted. Vijayvanu was happy
that he could use the medicine
he had prepared at least on
someone. He took the beggar to
his house and gave him the
At the end of three weeks,
the beggar was cured of his
disease and was back in the
One day, as the king was
passing by the rest house, he
saw the beggar and asked his
bodyguard, "Is he not the same
person who was suffering from a
Yes my lord, he is the same
beggar," replied the. bodyguard.
The beggar was called.
"Who has cured you of your
kin-disease?" asked the king.
The beggar told the king
That same evening, the king
disguised himself as a merchant
and went to sec Vijayvanu. The
physician gave the king his lo-
tion to be applied on the skin.
Every evening the king came in
disguise and took the treatment,
On the thirtieth day the king
was completely cured of his
disease. He thanked the physi-
cian and gave him a bag of gold
coins in gratitude.
"I am happy to have cured
you, but what a pity that I
cannot cure our king of the
same disease!" Vijayvanu said
with a sigh.
"Why? What stof s you from
curing the king?" asked the
king, very curious.
Vijayvanu explained to the
king all that happened when he
went to the palace and the
treatment he received from the
The king felt sad at heart.
"The Court Physician is worried
more about his own position
than my health," he said to
himself. "There is hardly any-
one who is really faithful to
The king then revealed his
identity and said, "Vijayvanu, I
am very happy with your ability
and I want to appoint you as my
chief physician. Tomorrow I
shall send a chariot for you and
you shall come and live in the
palatial house that will be allot-
ted to you!"
"My lord, I'm extremely for-
tunate to have been of service to
you. My great wish bas been
fulfilled. But, pardon me for
saying that I cannot accept the
post and the position offered so
kindly by Your Majesty."
The king was surprised.
"Why?" he asked.
"My lord, if I come to the
palace and become your chief
physician, then I shall have to
look after only your health and
that of the members of the royal
family. What will happen to the
poor people who depend on
The king realised that Vi-
jayvanu was not only a great
physician but also a deep lover
of humanity. He said, "My
friend, I appreciate your point
of view. You are a true physi-
cian. I shall have a big hospital
constructed for you here itself
so that you could be of service
to a greater number ol people.
Is that all right?"
Vijayvanu was overjoyed.
Bowing down, he replied, "My
lord, that has been my dream. I
shall be ever grateful to you for
And, within a year a beautiful
hospital was constructed and
Vijayvanu took its charge.
SPOT THE TEN DIFFERENCES
Towards Bittir English
ALL WITH HORSE
"Grandpa. I joined the town football team today. The Mayor referred to me as
a dark horse. My friend said that he was critical of my ability. Was he?"
"No, he was neither critical nor appreciative. In a race a horse whose
capability is not known is called a dark horse. The expression extends to
human beings. A player can bo referred to as a dark horse if his merits are
not yet established," replied Grandpa Chowdhury.
"With Rajesh the match is going to be a horseplay and it is going to raise a
horse-laugh," commented Reena.
"What d'you mean?" demanded Rajesh.
"She does not mean what she says, I'm sure. Horseplay is a rough,
boisterous play. Horse-laugh is a coarse laugh."
"In other words, Rajesh, you have enough horse sense to refrain from
behaving madly in the playground," cut in Reena.
"How dare you attribute horse sense to me!"
"Don't you worry, Rajesh," came Grandpa's intervention. "Horse sense
means plain common sense. The horse has enriched the English vocabulary
in many ways. A popular and old proverb is, 'You can take a horse to the
water but you cannot make him drink.' Can you say what this means?"
"Yes. You cannot induce someone to proceed in the desired direction
beyond a certain point unless he consents to proceed," answered Rajesh.
"Any other significant phrasB or proverb with horses, Grandpa?" asked
"There are so many. I'll tell you of them in the evening."
DID YOU KNOW?
A young American named John Banvard set out
on Mississippi river on a boat. As he rowed, he
also stopped from lime to time and sketched the
scenery. He put colour to his sketches after his
grand voyage from the mouth of the river to
New Orleans was over. It was on a canvas
18,000 feel long and 12 feet wide— the world's
The 12th century Japanese Emperor, Sutoku,
copied a Buddhist book in 135 pages using a red
'ink' that was his own blood I
In 1913 Albania had no king. A prince was to
come from the Turkish royal family to adorn the
The 'prince' arrived and was coronated. He
ruled merrily for four days. On the 5th day it was
discovered that the real prince was still in
Turkey! By the time the prime minister rushed
into the palace to confront the imposter, he had
vanished! He was a circus joker!
During the French Revolution (1789) the people
of the province of Vendee stood firmly for the
royal family that had been overthrown. Their
greatest leader was Renee Bordereau. She had
taken a vow to defeat the revolutionaries be-
cause they killed her father before her eyes.
Dressed like a man as Joan of Arc did, she
fought 200 battles, never shrinking from dan-
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PICKS FROM THE WISE
The one cruel fact about heroes is that they are made of flesh and blood.
— Henry Arthur Jones
The defects of great men are the consolation of dunces.
— Isaac D'lsragli
I have made mistakes, but I have never made the mistake of claiming that I
never made one.
— James Gordon Bennett